He raised an eyebrow and gave a devilish smile, "Isn't it?"
Qiao Mo immediately shook her head like a rattle drum, "No... no... I didn't mean that!"
"What did you mean?" he said calmly.
Qiao Mo's face turned bright red, wanting to explain, but unable to clarify.
Fu Nancheng gently lifted her chin, "You invited me."
"I didn't! I was talking about noodles..." Qiao Mo was unbearably anxious.
"You mentioned going down," Fu Nancheng corrected lightly, leaving Qiao Mo speechless with ease.
"You... you, get out quickly... the noodles will be dry in the pot..." Qiao Mo pushed against his chest, trying to push him away.
"A kiss," he said with a light laugh, his face very close to hers.
"The noodles will be inedible soon..." Qiao Mo's face was burning, she whispered, not daring to look at him.
He chuckled softly, "Just in time to eat you."
"You... you, get out quickly..."
Fu Nancheng raised an eyebrow, slightly tilted his face by two degrees, but his meaning was clear.
